...in an age of pestilence like our own there is little but the great art of the past to convince one that the human species deserves to continue...
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Raison d'Être
Ezra Pound (1885-1972), "Hudson: Poet Strayed into Science," The Little Review (May-June, 1920), rpt. in Selected Prose 1909-1965, ed. William Cookson (New York: New Directions, 1975), pp. 429-432 (at 430):